Every Christmas

Every xmas I drag out this poem.......and every Xmas it makes me cry. I miss my kids being little! The Ghost Of Xmas Past I saw the Ghost Of Christmas past glide by our well-lit tree Her arms were full of gifts and toys and all were meant for me. I heard the rustle of her skirt Her blouse was filled with lace And when she turned to smile at me She wore my Mothers face. Just as this vision slipped from sight, I heard my daughter call Wild footsteps clattered on the stairs Shrill giggles filled the hall. She burst into the gift-filled room and squealed with glad surprise And all the Christmases-to-come Were mirrored in her eyes. How swiftly fly those rainbow years Like splintered shafts of light As fragile as the gentle ghosts that whisper in the night I draw my child into my arms and hold this moment fast Against the time my face will be Her ghost of Christmas past. author unknown

At first glance I didn't want to even read this, Willby, because you said it made you cry ... but then I did and wow ... such a lovely poem. I miss my little girls too ... they're 35 now, but to me they'll always be those little dancing, squealing, hugging, kissing, singing, dreaming, sweetness and delight babies of mine. Thanks for posting this. Myra

thanks for sharing, willby. made me realize just how much i'm gonna be hugging loved ones this year hope your week is going well. c u dorthe

Thanks for the lovely poem Willby. As the mother of a 3 1/2 year old and a 21 month old, it was a wonderful reminder, that even with all the hustle and bustle, I need to stop and enjoy watching my little girls marvel in Christmas and all the festivities. I don't want to miss a moment or miss the chance to make a memory. Take Care Fran

Beautiful! I don't have kids yet but it reminds me of my mom (who passed away earlier this year).